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And so she just lay there with her arms in the air,
Her eyes were wide open but she wasn't really there.
The fragments of her being lay in pieces on the floor,
Shattered by the way that she screamed for no more.

By the time she was found, she had already died
Maybe not as a being but at least in her mind.
Covered in shame from her head to her feet,
He'd ripped out her soul and reused the meat.

Now she'll never understand the innocent bliss,
Of wondering what's to come after the kiss.
Matured into a monster long before her time,
Yet she'll always just smile and reply with "I'm fine"

The End

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